My first Death Note fic!

I wanted to write a Valentine's Day story, and this came out. Gosh, my brain is weird.

This is not a fluffy story, if that was what you were looking for. You have been warned.

Oh and thank you to everyone who reviewed Snow. WUV YOU 3

I do not under any circumstances own Death Note, Light or L. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME.

A THIN LINE

There's a thin line between love and hate.

You sit at your computer, hunched over with your thumb in your mouth like a child. Your face is blank and devoid of expression as you stare at the screen. This is a murder case. People are dying. Isn't that enough to get you to show emotion, to break that perfect porcelain mask?

You infuriate me.

Yet you fascinate me at the same time.

Under different circumstances, we could have been allies. With you by my side, I would be unstoppable. Nothing could ever beat our combined intellect and skills, and we would build the perfect world together.

But you have made it clear that your goal is to do the very opposite.

Fuck you, L. I don't need your help.

You are the only thing standing between me and my perfect new world. I need to kill you. But how? I smirk as my mind fills with sadistic fantasies. I could give you a heart attack, like the rest of those worthless criminals. But I've done that so many times already. You're special. You deserve a special death.

I could make you die slowly and painfully from an incurable disease. I could have you ripped apart, limb by limb. I could have you buried alive, deep underground somewhere where no-one could find you. I could rip your heart right out of your chest. You deserve it, for the things you do to mine.

"Light-kun is staring at me." you state quietly. It's not a question.

Your dark eyes are fixed unblinkingly on me, like black holes in your pale face, not betraying the slightest hint of emotion.

Anger bubbles up in the pit of my stomach. Without pausing to think, I stride across the room, grab a handful of your hair, and yank your face up to mine. I crush our lips together in a violent kiss. Our tongues battle for dominance for a moment, but of course I win. I always win. I am stronger. I am Kira.

You moan softly and thread your long fingers through my hair. You taste of saccharine from sweets, but there is something else underneath. Something dark, savoury and intoxicating, and I can't get enough of it. I thrust my tongue further into your mouth, and you gasp. Am I suffocating you? I hope so.

There's no love in the kiss.

Or is there?

I pull away, and stare at your face.

Your lips are bruised red and your breathing is heavy, but your face is still as blank as ever. You don't even blink.

What do I have to do to get a response out of you?

My fist connects with your face. Hard. The impact sends you sprawling out of your chair across the carpet. When you sit up, there is blood dripping from your mouth, but your expression doesn't change. Calmly, you climb back up and turn away from me, diverting your attention back to the computer screen.

I retreat to the other edge of the room, still watching you.

You are truly fascinating.

This is my routine every night, doing whatever I can think of to try to get you to show some weakness, but always to no avail. Even when we have sex, you just lie there calmly beneath me, your face betraying none of the pleasure your body feels.

Are you even capable of feeling emotion?

If you can, then do you love me?

I'm not even sure if I want you to. I don't love you. Or do I?

Love or hate?

Lust or obsession?

But it doesn't matter. Soon you will be dead, and this will all be over.

So how was that? I hope it wasn't too bad.

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